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I felt like a bird flying over the city, carefree, observing the happenings below

Rustles, squeals and perturbed trumpeting, but all we could glimpse were a few disoriented movements in the thicket

The tinkling of bangles, the surreptitious music of melodic instruments

There are two reasons why someone in Colombo might carry an umbrella

Fine silks shimmer in soft colours, shades of pink

The car zigzagged across the hair-pin bends with uncharacteristic ease

I am strapped in, my feet on rudder pedals, hands on the yoke, and eyes on the runway

She swayed impatiently at her customary spot at the temple

A look back at the journey spanning a quarter of a century

Blueberry, Mango, Fruit and Nut, Chocolate, Strawberry and Vanilla